Long ago whilst sea fishing another angler called Chris, 4'6" in his stocking feet, used to come along with us. Most of the time he would borrow tackle and hadn't much of a clue including the golden rule, never cast off a full boat.
So we're up at Bridlington and the skipper gave Chris this really stout stick with Scarborough reel on it. Despite how many times people told him he would cast in, but this time the 2 lbs lead didn't hit the water as expected.
He snatched at the rod again without looking for a reason why, and again, and again. The reason why being that one of the hooks on his paternoster was firmly stuck in Jimmy's (another member) ear lobe.
Why didn't Jimmy say something, you might ask. He suffered from an incredibly bad stammer which got worse under pressure and consequently he just couldn't get the words out. All we heard was "Ch, .... Ch,.... Ch,...."
I was up-front and thought the others would know how to retract it, but in the end and a collar full of Jimmy's blood, the Skipper took charge and nipped the barb off. Word got around and they formed a double act for a 6 week season in Brid they were so funny.